SATURDAY-
10:12 am
Dear diary,
I am a human disaster. My name is Angel.
The first time I looked in the mirror this morning I thought I was looking at something from doctor who. My hair is sticking out in about a hundred different places and my eyebrows look like the work of a blind gardener. You see today is a VERY bad day to look like something that has just come out of an 'I'm ugly shop' which is why I am having a full on nervous breakdown in the loo. The one day I want to look beautiful has completely gone down the almighty bogg. When you have frizzy hair curlers are not the best idea. I woke up this morning blind. Yes I repeat blind. My so called hair had gotten tangled in front of my eyes. I had clambered to the bathroom and tripped on my cat on the way also stubbing my toe on the door frame which by the way hurt A LOT. Besides the throbbing foot, the forest on my head and the man eyebrows my skin was looking quite clear I have to admit… But I'm missing the point. You see today is the day of prom; this is day I'm meant to miraculously somehow manage to look fabulous and of course elegant and all that jazz… I have my dress of course I am NOT going to show up dressed in some kind of stone age party frock my Nan wore; I am wearing a dress. I walked down stairs for my breakfast I could smell bacon and eggs, well at least my mum was making an effort to make me happy and full. She was actually cooking. I couldn't believe it; I'm not joking, she had the old domestic goddess apron on and everything. It was the most bazaar thing I had ever seen in my life. Where were the donuts and chocolate milk? WHY was my mother up at ten? WHY on earth were there no socks on the table? These are all perfectly good questions but of course I am WAY to polite to say a word about it to mum… "Why the HELL are you up already?" she looked at me with gleaming eyes. "Because your gonna be going to the prom and not on your own I'm so proud!" She was actually CRYING. Flipping heck I didn't get this much response when I nearly broke my neck in a bike accident. She came over to hug me still insane and cooking but at least she hadn't completely changed she still was wearing her crazy red hair in a messy ponytail. I ate my breakfast in silence thinking how I was going to somehow change from a VERY ugly duckling into a at least average swan…
04/07/10
Dear diary,
ALL hell has broken loose. The dog has found my ONLY nice pair of heels; they now look like survivors of a man-eating dog. The drewl is like a bad varnish job, and I can no longer call them heels, stumps have replaced my shoes and now I will look like Cinderella after she left the ball. (One shoe, other one covered in drewl on the school steps, stuck to blue bubblegum.) My dress is still in tact though; blue strapless dress, with pearl empire line and floaty skirt. Remain shoeless but determined to steel Nana's old fancy white-bow kitten heels. Heels have been taken back, on a count of dust, and possible toe fungus – eww…